To see a live performance of The Wall has been on my bucket list from its creation.
Wasn't until the mid-teens that I discovered the album. Was impactful. Held much meaning. A story I related to. Over time as I changed, the meanings evolved, the relation deepened. A history with the album speaking towards my own life was developed. Then: the first time watching the movie, was the first time I dropped 'cid. The story I saw on screen was near abouts the story that been play'n in my own head for years. Is indescribable the power of that moment... upon experiencing all that history colliding within that single present moment; with introspection enhanced with a mind blown wide open like a dry sponge put to focused use. Deep introspection. self laid bare to the core. deconstructed to be reconstructed. great pain with moments of abandoned jubilation, and back again. An event spanning days, having decades of impact; to present day.
I imagine there are a variety of stories to be found in that album. To each their own. Is about time for me to get deep with another laid bare introspection. Look deep at past/present/future within a single moment. No holds barred. laid bare, complete. Psychoactive substance not required. Only motivation to truly get real with oneself. A reset. Reboot.
Wheh, I went off there but won't delete. So segueing back, while associating Pink Floyd with bucket lists....
For fans of Pink Floyd: I share my favorite cover of a Pink Floyd song. A version where the story in the lyric is in accurate sync to the voice and instrumental. This version is it for me. May be better than the original. It just hits me genuine and real like that.
Pink Floyds: Time, as told by dcinstinct
